100 Word Flash Fiction

Good For The Gander

There are a few weeks, when he is not sure the geese will come back. If it’s been warm enough for the trees to bud, but he still hadn’t heard their honking, he gets worried. They flew south earlier in the year, when he was a boy, he remembers. Now they don’t leave until late November. Just a few days before the first good snowfall.

Like they knew.

It was June before he saw the first flock. A few weeks after the thaw and the river down the way flooded.